Justice Divine Mends Not Her Slowest Pace

Among Unequals What Society Can Sort, What Harmony, Or True Delight?

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine.

A Short Retirement Urges A Sweet Return.

Day And Night, Seed-time And Harvest, Heat And Hoary Frost Shall Hold Their Course, Till Fire Purge All Things New.

Let None Henceforth Seek Needless Cause To Approve The Faith They Owe; When Earnestly They Seek Such Proof, Conclude, They Then Begin To Fail.